Saturday, January 30, 2010

Talked to Jim at HCHQ and ended up with a used LHT; damn that man and his vodoo.

I'm now at the point where where the One In One Out applies. In this case the Bleriot has to go, so it's on the block and up for sale for any serious bid.

I am selling the Bleriot, but not happily. This has been the bike that restored my love for two-wheeled transportation, a joy for riding and the realization that biking has to be anything but painful, slow and ugly. The Bleriot is a beautiful bike and I get complements from it when I ride and I never really thought that anybody cared or noticed anybody else's bike.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

As I age, I am noticing that I am less flexible than I was. Partly due to office work, partly due to the fact I don't stretch, but I have noticed it quite a bit this winter. I've heard good things about yoga, but I have some questions and I don't know where to start asking.

I'm a fat guy that needs to stretch, but I don't really want to join just any class. I'm not comfortable sitting in a class of experienced yoga-ers while I strain and grunt and snap and whatever the hell I'm afraid this old husk may do. Anyone in the Twin Cities area know any good yoga instructors that specialize in stiff, crabby guys? Are there any other stiff, crabby guys that would like to take over a class should one be around? What kind of yoga (I have an idea that there are different types, like martial arts, out there) should I be looking for?

I know that this may be a bit too much information for some and I apologize, but I'm really in a bind. I don't know anything about it, I don't know anybody who does and I'm not comfortable just walking into a studio without at least some background. Yoga instructors strike me as a rather personal choice, not unlike a therapist or bike shop and I don't want to walk all over hell and gone trying to find one. At least not without some clue.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The utterly frigid temperatures that we've been experiencing for the past couple of weeks have begun to abate and our annual "January thaw" has shown up on schedule. This morning, there was fog/mist and this froze on contact, giving the world a ghostly, yet sublime look. It's mornings like this that make riding worthwhile.

I wonder how many car commuters noticed the beauty that greeted us Minneapolitans?

About Me

The struggles of a fat guy on his way to middle age and the classic battle of the bulge. Against him, the entire agricultural and food production system, American Midwestern attitudes towards food and eating and a lifetime of sloth and drunkenness. His only weapon, his bike.